My Master Knows It All

In the city, there are also some who initially tested with immortal cultivation talent. However, due to various reasons, such as mismatch with their sect or being too old, these mortals were not selected, instead joining other sects.

Yi River City, has a tributary of the Yi River passing through it. This river’s banks have become one of the most prosperous areas within Yi River City.

The river waters flow gently, resembling a twisting ribbon. The clear water reflects the blue sky and white clouds, shimmering weakly like a mirror. The willow trees on the banks sway, their slender branches gently brushing the water’s surface, as picturesque as poetry. A gentle breeze sweeps through, causing the willow branches to sway and rustle softly.

Small boats are moored along the shore, while people bustle along the riverbank, weaving through the streets and alleys.

And along the riverbank, the most common establishment is the tavern.

Next to a large willow tree, Wang Lun reclines against a tree. Beside him sits a multitude of wine jars, and he drinks from a wine gourd, sipping leisurely.

Not far away, on the second floor of a tavern, some drinkers near the window light-heartedly banter as they observe Wang Lun lounging under the tree.

”Mr. Wang, why are you still here? I heard that today an immortal is visiting Yi River City recruiting disciples. Why don’t you go and take a look?”

Hearing the words from below, Wang Lun lazily waved his hand and said, ”What are immortals compared to the joy of drinking?”

Saying this, he held up his wine gourd high and sang loudly, ”Beside the Yi River, an... When the immortal calls, I don’t board the boat, declaring myself the Wine Immortal...” His voice was full of abandon and carefreeness.

Before finishing his verse, a voice came from nearby, filled with dissatisfaction.

”If that’s the case, then remain here as your Wine Immortal. Brother, let’s go.”

This voice, full of vigor, resounded clearly in every person’s ear, even amidst the noisy riverbank.

The crowd turned their heads towards the direction of the voice.

Soon, their sight fell upon three figures, all dressed as scholars. Their clothes matched, and each exuded an awe-inspiring aura, certainly not that of ordinary mortals.

”These are the immortals who’ve come today to recruit disciples in the city!”

”They must have heard of Wang Lun, came to recruit him, but upon hearing his impromptu poem, got offended and decided to leave directly!”

”This...”

”Wang Lun, what are you doing still sitting there? Get up quickly and apologize to them.”

”That’s right, Wang Lun, quickly go!”

Wang Lun paused. Had an immortal come for him? Yet, they heard his impromptu poetry and instead of inviting him, were about to leave. Clearly, his poetry didn’t impress them.

If they didn’t appreciate his poetry, why would he follow them?

He certainly wouldn’t stoop to pleading just to become a cultivator.

Wang Lun remained lying there, unmoving.

In the distance, the cultivator who had just spoken didn’t leave immediately. He slowly turned and looked back. He had intentionally spoken these words for Wang Lun to hear, having investigated Wang Lun before deciding to approach him. His poetry resonated within the world of immortal cultivation, where few followed the path of poetry.

He and his two brothers were instantly awed, as those skilled in poetry with cultivation talent were always recruited into their sect.

Wang Lun’s age was not an issue.

Even children would struggle to compose poetry showcasing such talent, which usually comes with age.

However, he sensed Wang Lun’s arrogance and intended to show him the ropes, so that once he joined the sect, Wang Lun would be easier to manage. This would ultimately benefit him, as excessive pride wasn’t good.

But he had completely turned away, even walked a few steps back, yet the voice of Wang Lun had yet to emerge.

What was happening?

Could Wang Lun really mean what he said, that even though an immortal came for him, he wouldn’t board the flying boat?

As he hesitated whether to turn back and say more, a handsome man approached. Although seemingly ordinary, the people surrounding him were strange.

Among them, one man lacked both legs, hopping with crutches; another had both legs but only one arm; a middle-aged man clearly blind; a dirty little girl; and a young-looking but white-haired woman...

In any case, those with him were either disabled, old, or young, making them hard to ignore.

As the young man walked forward, clapping his hands, he said, ”When the immortal calls, I don’t board the boat, declaring myself the Wine Immortal. Good poem, good poem, would you like to join the Hundred Peaks Sect?”

”Hundred Peaks Sect?”

Around them, people having experienced various sects and teachings visiting the city for recruitment had grown more familiar with Eastern Province’s cultivation realm. Hundred Peaks Sect had become well-known by now.